He was luxuriating in restful solitude in a punt under a willow by the bank of the moat

"Mr John Hamilton Potter, founder and proprietor of the well-known New York publishing house of  J. H. Potter Inc., laid down the typescript which had been engaging his leisurely attention, and from the depths of his basket-chair gazed dreamily across the green lawns and gleaming flower-beds to where Skelldings Hall basket in the pleasent June sunshine. He was feeling quietly happy. The waters of the moat glittered like liquid silver; a gentle breeze brought to his nostrils the scent of newly cut grass; the doves in the immemorial elms cooed and he had not seen Clifford Gandle since luncheon. God, it seemed to Mr Potter, was in his heaven and all was right in the world."  

In Blandings Castle by P .G. Wodehouse

By Bean & Crumpet